РаАакушки - Пугачёвщина
текст песни

Sick to Bela
Under the shirt, the soul
Poppers sparkled
Above the heads.
We are going to the throne,
After all, our moan does not hear there,
But they will hear the trembling of the earth
Under the boots!

Tired of drinking vodka,
Tired of being by cattle,
Tired of living in the hut,
That forever from the edge
Had to understand for a long time
For whom to die,
Whose banners are raised
Meeting the enemy.

Ah, river Moscow -River -
The shores are silent,
How many hid you
For their backs.
Help now to us:
Let them receive debts -
They will force them to remember anger
Russian club!

Bonfires burn over the river ...